"The women who are unabashedly sexual, with the womb written all over their faces, who arouse in a man the desire to fling his penis at them immediately; the women for whom clothes are only a means of making certain fragments of the body more prominent, like the women who wore bustles to exaggerate their asses, and the women who wore corsets that thrust their breasts out of their clothes; the women who throw their sex at us, from the hair, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the whole body - these are the women I love. The others... how you have to search for the animal in them. They have diluted it, disguised it, perfumed it, so it will smell like something else – like what? angels?"
